Woods Around Camelot, Friday Morning

[bitch_prince]

Arthur was in an excellent mood.

Father's favourite nobles had finally abandoned the castle once more, which meant that Arthur could at last leave the castle to do things that were more physically taxing than sitting in a chair pretending to be interested in some elderly Duke's stories

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[bigdamndestiny]

Which meant Merlin was going to be right behind him, peering over his shoulder. "Did you find something?"

[bitch_prince]

The deer ceased her idle poking around and perked up at the sound of Merlin's voice, searching the brush with her eyes.

"Quiet," Arthur hissed, elbowing him in his quest to raise his crossbow at the creature. "You're startling it."

[bigdamndestiny]

Starting back, Merlin frowned and rubbed his chest. He wasn't the hunter here, you know. Not as though he knew all the silly little signs.

"Am not," he muttered quietly.

[bitch_prince]

"Yes, you are," Arthur shot back, which was ruinous for his concentration.

The deer almost seemed to frown. Dammit. He only had one shot.

The crossbow went up further. He took aim.